04-09-2017, 07:19 PM
He likes the sound of her laughter, and likes that he'd been the one to make it happen. The black colt is a rather somber fellow for the most part, though from time to time he manages to squeeze a chuckle from his mother. He's rather lacking in companionship when it comes to others his own age though, so perhaps this venture to a new land and coming across Kylin is exactly what he has needed.
As she dips her hoof under the water he watches intently, his soft brown eyes unblinking. He grins when she does it, and follows beside her as she moves back toward the shore. She has to come back under the water (come to his level) and when she does he gives a joyful little buck. The motion sends a spray of water behind him, and as it lands on his hindquarters he squeals and spins away, splashing them both with even more water as he does.
When he catches his breath, Ivar answers that: "I live in Sylva. With the fire trees." It seems utterly boring compared to a glass clear lake. He wades out farther, gesturing for his lavender friend to join him. He cranes his head up as high as he can but the angle is wrong. So he does what seems to be the next most logical thing and stick his head under the water.
Ahh. There it is. The bottom of the lake is still very far away, but beneath the water it seems like a much more reasonable destination. He eyes it for a long time - much too long, really, it's got to be nearly two minutes - and then lifts his head out of the water. The warm summer air is just as sustaining to his lungs as the water had been, and it doesn't occur to him that it is strange thing. Much in the same way that walking under the water had never occurred to Kylin, it seems to be.
"I think I could make it," he tells her, "But maybe once I get to be a better swimmer. My mom says I still need to practice."
As she dips her hoof under the water he watches intently, his soft brown eyes unblinking. He grins when she does it, and follows beside her as she moves back toward the shore. She has to come back under the water (come to his level) and when she does he gives a joyful little buck. The motion sends a spray of water behind him, and as it lands on his hindquarters he squeals and spins away, splashing them both with even more water as he does.
When he catches his breath, Ivar answers that: "I live in Sylva. With the fire trees." It seems utterly boring compared to a glass clear lake. He wades out farther, gesturing for his lavender friend to join him. He cranes his head up as high as he can but the angle is wrong. So he does what seems to be the next most logical thing and stick his head under the water.
Ahh. There it is. The bottom of the lake is still very far away, but beneath the water it seems like a much more reasonable destination. He eyes it for a long time - much too long, really, it's got to be nearly two minutes - and then lifts his head out of the water. The warm summer air is just as sustaining to his lungs as the water had been, and it doesn't occur to him that it is strange thing. Much in the same way that walking under the water had never occurred to Kylin, it seems to be.
"I think I could make it," he tells her, "But maybe once I get to be a better swimmer. My mom says I still need to practice."